“What’s wrong, young Daoist?” Jin Shanzhao asked as he took a few steps back upon seeing how agitated Li Huowang was.1

To Jin Shanzhao, those black jars looked quite normal, just like any other clay jars that were used to pickle vegetables. The only difference he could spot were the red sheets with the upside down character for ‘prosperity’.0

However, Li Huowang did not let his guard down. “Something just looked at me from within those jars!”0

“Looked at you?” Jin Shanzhao was confused and re-examined the jars once more. “Could there be someone inside? But the jars are too small to fit a person.”3

“I didn’t say it was a human!” said Li Huowang as he unfurled the Profound Records and shot one of his fingernails toward the black jar, shattering it...1